Every year, on this date, I like to post a picture or two and “take stock” of my life, so to speak.
It’s been 13 years since I heard those words, “Maria, you have advanced cancer.” The way the doctors (six of them!) were talking back then, I figured I’d be dead within six months.
I celebrated today by going to church, sharing a box of Milk Duds with Ken (who’s been by my side through thick and thin) while we played a card game, and taking a five-hour nap. What can I say? It doesn’t take much to make me happy.
Why was I so tired? Beats me. Guess it was that four hours of driving and non-stop singing I did yesterday on my return solo road trip.
Live life to the fullest, y’all.
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) while we played a card game, and taking a five-hour nap. What can I say? It doesn’t take much to make me happy.